Look at me now

The prince of it all

Chained and then stained with the breath of the fall

Three million souls

All locked inside

Forced in this time to scatter and hide.

 

Go walk across

Redemption's threshold

As free as I please, or as free as I'm told

Why wait, then?

We know only hope

In a passionate darkness it's the light that must grope.

 

There are no real laws

Not in this ghost town

Littered with bottles and small broken crowns

The hopeful would come

But they're not as blind

This is merely a grave for the pure and the kind.

 

I'm not afraid

Only the shackled feel fear

Listen now closely, it's a song that you hear

A march of gray rubber

A gargantuan walks

Across a blank map the enemy stalks.

 

Born with these rights

Of liberty lost

The statues are crumbled, the stones paid the cost

An eternity spent

On trinkets and trouble

While the cities were burned and left in the rubble.

 

This is my home

A nation of graves

Built on the backs of the broken enslaved

I am the prince

Of this kingdom of fakes

Who cares for their hell? My freedom's at stake.

 

For freedom remains the best of all dreams

Yet I worry we're still wide awake.